You turn on your phone and call your boss. He asks why the Hell your phone was off. You tell him about the case but he doesn't want to hear it. He tells you the cops are on their way. You need to pack up and head out of town.
You mutter something and hang up.
"I am sorry folks, I'm afraid we'll have to cut this short. Megrel police have caught wind of tonight's showing. I regretfully ask that you take your winnings and leave. Again, we have been compromised. Leave. Now-"
A bullet crashes through the skylight and smacks into your shoulder. You fall, banging your head on the hardwood floor.
The man in black hears the shot. He elbows Trilby in the jaw, then grabs him by the collar and shoves him to the wall. He walks to an elevator.
Police SWAT units rappel from an airship, crashing through the glass skylight. The made men already have their weapons drawn and open fire before they touch ground.
You are concussed, struggling to find your bearings.
Another strike team has landed, this time touching base and cutting down the mobsters.
You hear a car revving its engine.